In the morning light, they take their flight,
Whispering secrets to the sky,
Their wings a dance, a graceful sight,
In the gentle breeze, they fly high.

Through golden fields, they softly glide,
Tracing dreams upon the air,
With every swoop, with every stride,
They weave a tapestry of care.

In twilight’s embrace, their song resounds,
A melody of dusk and dawn,
In harmony with nature’s sounds,
Their voices linger, never gone.

As night descends with starlit grace,
They find their rest, their weary nest,
In quietude, in tranquil space,
They fold their wings, in peace, they rest.